What is best in music is not to be found in the notes.
I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.
Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.
That which draws us by its mystical force; what every created thing, even the very stones, feels with absolute certainty as the center of its being... is the force of love. Christians call this "eternal blessedness." It is a necessity of man for growth and joy.
It is easier to achieve a desired result in short pieces.
A true personality . . . is like a robust organism that, with unconscious sureness, seeks out and digests the nourishment appropriate to it and vigorously rejects that which is unsuitable.